Broad, well-muscled shoulders weren’t just wide, they tapered dramatically into a narrow waist. I could practically see the muscles ripple and flex as he moved. Then he turned. “Oh my.”
He looked to me at the exclamation and he grinned. Dammit. I couldn’t compete against his hotness. While I liked him all alpha male protector, this wicked smile was like a drug to my hyped up senses. There was a distinct promise in that smile, one that made me think things I hadn’t worried about in years, if ever.
Sex. Hot, sweaty, never-wanna-stop sex.
“Wait for me,” he said, then turned to his competition.
Wait for me. Those words meant so many things. Wait for the fight to end? Wait for him to win me from all these other alien Neanderthals? Wait to jump his rock hard body? Wait for his hard cock to fill me up and make me whimper, scream, beg for more.
All of the above?
I glanced over my shoulder once again at the two giants who were to keep me safe. No, I wasn’t going anywhere. The way the others had been fighting, perhaps even getting ready to brawl over me, I had no intention of moving. Kiel, I knew. Or at least I knew him from my dreams. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. I was safe with him. The others? Even after being among them for a few minutes, I sensed their honor. It was what drove them, what defined their rules. I doubted any of them would actually hurt me, but I didn’t wish to be permanently claimed by some random alien. Not only would it sidetrack my snooping and reporting, but it might keep me from getting back to the shuttle. I had to be on that shuttle. There was no other choice, no matter how hot the alien who thought to claim me.
I needed to be back on board for the return trip to Earth in three days. No, less than that now. The seventy-two hour clock was ticking.
The three men moved, hands up, in a circle. The challengers had stripped to the waist and dropped their weapons as well. It appeared this would be decided with hand-to-hand combat.
I should have been nervous that Kiel would lose, but something in the way he moved was almost magical. The other aliens had massive chests and arms, their bodies large and built for war, but I barely glanced at them. I couldn’t tear my eyes off Kiel.
When he moved, I swayed with him, as if I could feel his thoughts, his intention. The reaction was strange, but I felt linked to him somehow. One with him. And his confidence was obvious. There was no doubt in him. No fear.
His confidence calmed me as nothing else could have. He was not going to lose. He was…invincible.
Which didn’t make any sense. The others were bigger. Stronger.
I bit my lip and glanced back at Rezz to gauge his reaction as the three in the pit circled one another. He caught me looking and lifted his chin toward the fight. “Your mate is a Hunter, little human. Watch, so you will understand what that truly means.” He grunted and crossed his arms, leaning back with a chuckle. “As these fools are learning the hard way.”
I turned back to the center and watched as the golden ones began to move away from each other to attack Kiel from two sides at once.
Their knees were bent and they looked like boxers from home, without the gloves. Based on the earlier fights I’d watched, this wasn’t going to be pretty. I wasn’t one for violence. Since I had Wyatt, I cringed when I saw overtly aggressive behavior. In general, I avoided conflict and I hated when someone got hurt. I disliked seeing the weak being taken advantage of. Penalized. Hurt. I’d loved Sunday football before Wyatt. I’d loved a good, hard-hitting hockey game. But becoming a mother had changed me in unexpected ways, not one of which I would trade for anything.
Just because someone was physically weak didn’t mean they weren’t strong. Wyatt was the strongest person I knew and yet he couldn’t play on the neighborhood playground. Couldn’t defend himself from older kids who commented on him being different since his injury. Weaker. Less.
One of the golden warriors punched out, missing Kiel by a foot or more. Kiel only grinned wider at his opponents feint. “You’re wasting my time,” he said.
Then he moved.
Moved wasn’t quite the right word for it. He was a blur, his speed so great my eyes and mind couldn’t keep up. I heard the sound of his fist landing on bone. A groan, a thud, a crack. One opponent fell to the ground in regular speed, his body landing with a hard thump. Dust kicked up around him. His friend remained standing a second longer before he, too, was on the ground bleeding from a hit to his face I hadn’t seen fall.
Kiel stilled then. A sheen of sweat coated his body, his knuckles red, but otherwise he was unchanged.
The others? One was unconscious, the other had his forearm bent in a ninety-degree angle that caused bile to rise to my throat. Kiel stood over them for a moment, looking at the duo he’d just decimated, then turned to me.
His dark gaze met mine. Held. He walked toward me as I saw others move quickly to attend the injured fighters. They pulled out the blue-glowing wands again, waved them over their injured bodies.
I couldn’t pay attention to the intriguing space-tool because Kiel took over my whole field of vision. He stepped close, closer still so that I had to part my knees so he could settle between them. I felt his hips on the inside of my thighs, saw the black shadow of stubble on his jaw. The flecks of gold in his eyes.
“You are from Earth.”
I nodded.
“Lindsey from Earth, you are my marked mate.” He took my hand in his, lifted it so our fingers interlaced, our palms touched. Our marks touched.
I gasped at the searing heat of the contact, then nothing. No, not nothing. While the mark ceased to hurt entirely, I felt the connection elsewhere in my body. My breasts became heavy and achy, my nipples hardening into tight points. My pussy throbbed and I shifted my hips toward him so I could touch him with more than just my hand. I wanted to rub my clit against his cock, even through his pants, and come. I knew what it would feel like from the dream and I craved it.
I saw the same heat flare in his eyes, knew he felt it too. He leaned into me, gave me what I needed. I felt the hard press of his body against mine. My breasts pressed into his hard chest. His cock—god, yes!—pressed into me and I felt every thick, long inch of him against my lower belly.
“The dream,” I murmured.
“Besides the mark—” He squeezed my hand where we touched. “—the dream proves you are mine. And I am yours.”
He grinned and I saw a dimple. My panties were ruined now.
He leaned close so his warm breath fanned my ear, so only I could hear. “I want to feel your pussy clenching down on me again, feel you drip all over my cock. Taste you on my tongue. Breathe in the scent of your arousal.”
He took a deep breath in through his nose. “Mmm. I can smell your pussy, mate.”
Oh my god. I was going to come from just his dirty talk.
“Hunter Kiel. Take your mate and go.” I didn’t move. Neither did Kiel at the words. The order came from behind me, so it was either the Rezz or Mr. Dinner Plate. “You have defeated Voth and his second. No one else stands in challenge.”
One second I was looking into Kiel’s dark eyes, the next his grip released, moved to my waist and tossed me over his shoulder. My hands landed on his ass as he started to walk away. His very firm, very tight ass.
“Hunter, what of the intruder?” someone said.
I couldn’t believe he was having a conversation as I was slung about like a sack of grain.
“The intruder has been found and detained. Please inform the governor that I will see to her. Personally.”
When his hand settled on the back of my upper thigh, his fingers slipping inward and brushing over my pussy, I knew just how he was going to see to me.
“Hurry,” I whispered, wanting the dream all over again, but this time, for real. Maybe I couldn’t keep him, but I could have him for now. And with the shitstorm my life had been the last few years, I wasn’t above chasing a few hours of heaven on this strange, alien world.
His pace increased as a growl rumbled through hi
m and into me.
***
“There are many questions between us,” Kiel said after he lowered me back to my feet. He hadn’t stopped walking for a few minutes. I heard other footsteps, saw the legs and feet of two warriors who followed, but none spoke. From being upside-down, I could only tell that the ground continued to be rocky and the interior of the building he took me into had sleek black floors.
“Yes.” With one hand on my arm, he ensured I gained my balance. We appeared to be in his living quarters. No one else was about. The space was modern, sparse and neat. It was a cross between a stateroom on a cruise ship—I’d gone once when I was a teenager with a girlfriend whose family had enough money to take me with them—and a military barrack. There was a window, although it was tinted like a car window and I could barely see out. A desk and a chair, a bed and another door, which I had to guess led to an en suite bathing room.
But Kiel wasn’t talking about questions of his living space. No. He was talking about everything else. The mark. The heat. The dream. The fight. My presence on the base. The magic blue wands. The attraction between us. The need to fuck him that was clawing away at my insides like acid, making me burn and hurt. I needed to touch him so badly my body actually ached.
Everything.
I could ask him questions all day long. The same could be said for him. His mate was being fought over in an arena full of aliens. No, they weren’t aliens to him. In an arena full of warriors. He hadn’t been pleased. He’d been possessive. He still was. I felt it, along with the growing attraction, coming from him.
“I don’t understand this thing between us,” I replied. “The dream? How were you in my dream?”
He leaned in, lifted a gentle hand to grace my cheek. That simple touch melted me and I was ready to give him anything he wanted.
This wasn’t like me. I’d never really been hot and bothered for any man my entire life. Even the sperm donor never managed to really get me hot.
But this? Kiel was burning me alive.
“Do you want me? Do you feel the fire burning between us?”
I nodded, trapped in his gaze. I couldn’t deny it.
“Then let’s both ask our questions later.” His eyes met mine as if looking for a tacit agreement. Consent. “I want to touch you.”
Later, as in, Fuck now, talk later.
I doubted a professional spy shared her dreams with an alien, got discovered within minutes of arriving on a new planet, fought over by a horde of Hive contaminated warriors and then claimed by a marked mate. I doubted a real spy would want to fuck the man who’d fought and won her in some kind of archaic, chest-pounding testosterone fest.
Well, I wasn’t a spy. But I was starting to think the marked mate thing might have some truth. Same with his one word. Later.
“Later,” I agreed. Fuck now, talk later.
Since he hadn’t put on his shirt since the fight, it made things easy. I closed the slight distance between us and put my hands on his solid torso. Oh yeah. Hot skin, soft and smooth. Beneath, hard pecs, ridged abs. I worked his belt open with a need I had never known before. I wanted him naked. Now.
I wasn’t a virgin. I had Wyatt and it hadn’t been immaculate conception. But his father had truly been a mistake, a guy who ran the moment things got serious. I considered him nothing more than a sperm donor. At the time, it had been a stupid mistake.
When Wyatt was born, I’d had no interest in sex. Between pushing out a watermelon and nursing him, my body was a no-go zone. By the time my libido returned, I was working two jobs and going to school. I never had time for sleep, let alone a lukewarm hour in bed with a man I didn’t love. I barely had time to shower and shave my legs, let alone have a relationship.
To say the dream I’d shared with Kiel had been the hottest sex I’d ever had wasn’t an exaggeration. I’d actually come and not by my fingers. I wanted that again. Now.
I was leaving in seventy hours. I could go for it. It was like the old saying, What happens in space, stays in space.
His pants parted and I curled my fingers around the top and tugged, working his pants down, but the material was caught. On his cock. Carefully, I worked his clothing past the thick bulge and when his long, hard cock was free of the confines, it bounced out. Yes, bounced. It was stiff and long and pointed upward, directly at me.
“Wow.”
Yeah, it wasn’t the most intelligent thing to say, but when there was an incredible cock right there and it was hard just for me. My mind went blank. I took in the ruddy color of it, a few shades darker than the rest of him. There was a pulsing vein that ran up the length of it, showing off the inches and inches of thick dick. God, my thoughts sounded like a porn flick, but this cock?
Wow.
The head was broad, like a fireman’s hat. The flared ridge made me clench my inner walls, knowing it would slide and rub over every needy nerve ending in my pussy.
Kiel’s hands were at his sides, but I saw his fingers curl into fists as if he was holding back from touching me. I saw a drop of pre-cum ooze from the narrow slit at the tip and I licked my lips. I flicked a glance up at Kiel, saw the heat and anticipation in his eyes. He was waiting to see what I’d do.
He was the one exposed. I was still fully dressed, allowing me to make a choice about what happened. Yes, he wanted to fuck me. And he probably would even if he had to coax me slowly into it. But that wasn’t going to be necessary.
Hell, no.
I looked to his cock again and then dropped to my knees, the pulsing flesh inches from my face. His growl of need was replaced by a roar of pleasure when my tongue flicked out and I licked up that drop of fluid.
I’d read some romance novels, some pretty kinky ones at that, and I’d been wet and hot afterwards. I’d pulled out my vibrator and made myself come, fantasizing about the hero.
I’d thought that was arousal. No, that hadn’t been anything. Tepid interest at best. This, with Kiel? It was like an inferno. The longer I was with him, the more eager I became. Needy. Desperate. Frantic for him.
I wouldn’t be on my knees learning his taste otherwise. I didn’t jump to a blow job. That wasn’t me. I liked to kiss a man on his mouth before I would even consider giving a good blow job. But with Kiel? All rules were gone. There was no playbook for this. I was driven by desire. And I wanted him to tremble at my touch. I wanted to conquer him. I wanted him so mad with lust, so desperate for me that he threw me down on that bed and fucked me until I begged for mercy.
With my right hand, I gripped the base of his cock, my fingers not closing around it completely. Would that fit in me? Could I take something so broad? So long? So damn hard?
I’d worry about that later. Now I wanted to feel him on my tongue, to have more of his flavor—salty and almost tart. More fluid came and I collected it all as his hand rested gently on top of my head. When I began to lick the crown like an ice cream cone, his fingers curled, tightened.
When I parted my lips, opened wide and took him into my mouth, he tugged on my hair. He groaned and my own sounds of pleasure caused by the slightly painful pull on my hair was lost.
My free hand went to his thigh for balance, my palm on his uniform pants and my fingers resting on his bare skin, the springy hair there awakening my senses further.
I couldn’t take all of him. I wasn’t a porn star, although I doubted they’d be able to do it either. He was just too…much. And so I worked him as I could moving so I took him as deep as I could into my mouth, then back, my fist sliding and twisting up and down to hopefully soothe all of him.
“Lindsey.” The word was a bark, rough and guttural and it made goosebumps rise on my skin.
His fingers tugged, pulling me off of him completely. I looked up at him through my lashes. “You want me to stop?”
Eyes widening, he almost looked mad. “Gods, no. But I’m going to come within seconds like an untried youth. While I’d love to fuck your sweet mouth, I am far from done and I want to come deep in your pussy.”
/> This was how women became pregnant. Thank god for the Depo shot my ob-gyn gave me last month. No babies for me. The shot would prevent a pregnancy, which meant I could just enjoy the moment. I loved my son, but he was all I could handle right now, alone and struggling to take care of him.
But Kiel? This heat? This was for me. For the first time in years, I was going to take something for myself.
And I wanted this gorgeous hunk of a warrior.
No regrets. No mistakes. Being with Kiel was too powerful, too perfect for regrets. There was no doubt to his virility. His balls were large and hung heavily between his strong thighs. I was prepared to lay back and let him fuck me right now, just from the taste of him on my tongue, the carnal words he uttered.
I wasn’t thinking about anything but having him inside me, stretching me open, filling me up. I was reckless, wild. Uninhibited.
I had Wyatt to go home to, but this? This was just a wild night that I so, so needed. No strings. No repercussions. Nothing but a hot alien fling. Tomorrow I’d learn more about this world, especially that blue wand thing that seemed to heal. If it healed big fighters with broken bones, then surely it could heal Wyatt’s leg. I was on the right track here. Get info, get the story, get money and get a space wand to heal my child. I might have been discovered, but things were working out. Especially since I had a mostly naked hot alien ready to fuck me like a caveman.
My mind was eased and so when he took hold of my wrist and tugged me to my feet, I didn’t think. I went willingly, surrendering control. I’d already made the decision to give myself to him. Now, all I wanted to do was hold on for the ride.
Chapter Five
Kiel
I knew this was complicated. There was much to learn from Lindsey, the Earth woman who’d appeared from nowhere on the planet. Maxim would want to talk with her. How had she come to be in the air ducts? Why was she here? How had she gotten into the main area cargo hold? Krael had destroyed the peaceful balance on the planet, the illusion of safety and everyone was nervous. Fearful. Warriors had died and many worried they might be next. While we were in exile, we were also supposed to be safe. Female mates now worked and lived among us.
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